Secrets

Part ten

"do you know what would happen if they saw you?" Ryan yells at the balled up girl in the corner

"they would take you away, do you want that Cass?" he looks at her desperately "I'm trying to protect you!" he tells her, his voice choking back tears "we only have each other now. i cant afford to lose you too"

she's rocking back and forth humming, never looking at him

"i love you Cass, and ill never leave you behind; not again" he assures her, his mind drifting to that night but he quickly shrugs it away moving toward her and scooping her up in his arms

she doesn't fight him just looks away humming while he puts her carefully onto her bed, he removes a needle from his pocket and injects it into her arm

"good night sis" he whispers kissing her on her forehead and walks out the door.

Ryan Jacobson has always been lonely, his parents always sent him away to boarding school ever since he was able to walk,

he often wondered if he was even theirs, after cassidy was born it got worse, they started sending him to Spain where his grandmother lived, he loved it there his greatest memories were with his grandmother, he knew her more than he knew his parents

he saw them were every five months for a few days

he wasn't  there when cassidy was born or when she took her first steps or her first birthday, but he still loved her; he thought they were gonna send her away too like they did him but instead they made her the apple of their eyes, never looking to him.

'mommy?' his eight year old self rings in his head

'why do you send me away?' he remembers her laughing at his face

'because you were a mistake' she had spat at him

'don't you love me mommy?' he had asked her fearing her answer

'love you?' she had laughed again, this time the sound mocking him

'why would i love you?'

'bbecause..I'm..your...son' he stutters, tears streaking his face

'your asking he to love you for the one reason i hate you?!" she yells at him

he shakes his head at the memory

"no" he tells himself, walking up the staircase and closing the doors behind him; this time making sure he has locked it properly.

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Gales POV

as soon as i get home i hear the rain starting, whew! that was close

i step into the kitchen and open the fridge; goodie! there's some left over lasagna! i take it out of the fridge and pop it in the microwave, my phone buzzes and i take it out, its a text from my mom,

did you get home safe? its raining cats and mice out here

i laugh at her figure of speech and text her back

Maya and Katie are no where to be found, i guess they went to Katie's house or something.

ding! hurrah its done, i grab a coke from the fridge and my hot lasagna and place it on the coffee table in the living room.

i plant myself on the couch,

finding my comfy place and start munching on my lasagna

i take out my phone and check if that email has reached me yet, scrolling old friends scrolling old best friends scrolling scrolling ah here it is;

Jacobson's murder case

April 15 2012

neighbour made a police call with complains of loud noises coming from the Jacobson's house

Two officers go over, find the door wide open with a blood trail leading out side, one the officers followed the trail inside and up the stairs and into a room presumed to be Susan and henry Jacobson's bedroom,

the scene was said to be dark and the trail stopped in front of the bed where lay MR. Jacobson in a pool of blood, 

MRS. Jacobson was found on the  bed with a butcher knife on the left side of her shoulder, the police searched for the only other person said to be in the house at that time; daughter cassidy Jacobson but did not find her

the officers called for back up.

i read the case in horror, what did they ever do to piss her off enough to murder them? i scroll down to the pictures taken of the crime scene

there's a man in his late forties, eyes wide open and looking to the sides, his lifeless body covered in blood; stab wounds on his chest and neck

and multiple others throughout the body (she literally used the knife to butcher)

the next couple of pictures showed a woman that looks about forty to forty five, her long hair in knotts spread over her head, she is laying in a pool of blood on a white bed which makes it look all the more gruesome.

her eyes; like the mans is wide open, but her wounds are more severe and deeper than the man's

there are dark bruised thin holes through out her body which indicates the killer used the knife to create ways of blood lose before ending her life by placing the knife into her heart...

i shudder at the scene and close it; i love my horrors but even i have a limits.